"Am I wrong? Why are you glaring at me with such a terrifying look, are you planning to eat me?"
Lu Fengxuan murmured softly, but the stairwell was so quiet that her voice was clearly heard by Yu Chiyin.
His fists tightened at his sides, and the throbbing pain in his temples surged wave after wave.
If he could, he would have devoured her into his body just to keep her from wandering recklessly.
In the middle of the silence, Lu Fengxuan suddenly realized—wait, wasn't it him who should be feeling guilty right now?
Thinking of this, her posture straightened. "You just said you didn't know me, so what's with the attitude now?"
"What position do you even have to yell at me?"
With each questioning step, she advanced closer to the man, hands on her hips, radiating an unyielding aura.
Yu Chiyin almost couldn't withstand it, blurting out, "Axuan, stop it!"
